Cover art for The Conduit, a new horror story featured in the Ink & Shadows Blog. Pointe au Baril, 2023 Dean watched her creep toward that shitty little townhouse. He drowsed. Alarms in his head blared he was sending his baby off to the gallows. How can you just sit there while she goes in? He tried to lift his head. He listened. The whispering started quietly. They sounded like a man’s voice until he really tried to focus on them. The tone would shift and evade him compreh

No rth Bay, ON: 2023 Tiffany Sellers raced down the street calling after the last bus that would take her home. She waved her hands trying hard to hold on to the loose leaf sheets that threatened to leave her grasp in the wake of exhaust fumes. The bus gained speed and an errant Ruffles bag tumbled down the sidewalk. She slowed, her flip flops slapping the pavement as her hope for getting home on time merged with afternoon traffic. “Ah shit,” she said, doubling over to catc

I took an ice bath yesterday. I watched the tub fill, and didn't want to do it. I dumped the ice in, and didn't want to do it. I stripped down and stepped in, still didn't want to do it. But I did it. After the ice melted and the tub was drained I felt amazing. I was happy I did it. Writing for me works the same way. I know it's good for me, but the lead up to it (and sometimes the actual act itself) makes it seem like I could do literally anything else and feel just as accom

I’ve always shied away from writing characters that weren’t, on some level, related to me. What I mean by this is any character that wasn’t a straight white male. I learned quickly that this leads to very one dimensional stories (or worse, retelling the same story just repackaged.) I realised that writing diverse characters is not only essential to my success as a writer, but it’s crucial to my actual growth as an author. But I was faced with a daunting question: what gives